Mannequin Mark

*He comes up behind Wallter, gently grabbing the bottom hem of the shirt. Then, he pulls it up, stretching it out slightly. It slips off Wallter's shoulders easily. He then turns Wallter around to face him.*

*He squeals, covering his chest.*

*Mark laughs, finding the situation comical.* My goodness, what's gotten into you? I've seen you shirtless a million times, honey.

*He chuckled.* "Oh, I could if I wanted to."

*He laughed.* "What if I told you I was planning on doing just that?"

*He smirked.* "I'm serious. I want to keep going for a little while longer."

*It was a collar, a beautiful, gold one. It was engraved with the words "Wallter's" on it, and a small bell attached to it. He also had a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs.*

*He smirked.* "Now, I'm gonna show you what a real man can do."

*He smirked and kept going.* "I know you love it when I do this."

*He continued, making sure to pay special attention to the right spots.*

*He came up behind Wallter and placed his hands on his waist.* "Let me help you. I don't like seeing you working so hard, especially in that cute dress."

*He chuckles.* "Oh, Mark, I wore this because I didn't want any of the other ones to get dirty, and besides, they're all big and bushy!"

*He smirked.* "And you look absolutely adorable in it, my little deer. I'm just surprised you're not wearing a skirt, or even a tutu."

*He feels Mark's hands on his back legs, his tail shaking.*

*Mark's smile grows wider.* You're really enjoying this, aren't you?

*He screams.* Oh, Mark, I want to ride you so badly!~

*Mark raises an eyebrow.* You...... want to what?

*Wallter realizes what he said.* N-Nothing!